CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Without looking at Andy or Mick, Gabe flopped down at his desk. I’ll pretend like we’re strangers, he thought. Andy who? He shrugged. Not a clue.
As fate, or luck, would have it, however, she had other ideas. She smiled at him and whispered, “Morning, Gabe.” Then she focused on Mrs. Warbler as she addressed the class, although whatever she said went in one of his ears and out the other.
The rest of the period, his thoughts dwelled on Andy. She fascinated him. Nice looking. Perfect. At least watching her head and lovely hair kept him awake; otherwise, his snores would rattle the ceiling. When the bell rang to end class, Mick sprang up and almost knocked Gabe down as he snagged Andy’s backpack.
A low growl rumbled in Gabe’s throat, and his gaze focused on the two of th
